Transmigrated into the body of the vain and materialistic ex-girlfriend of a young master

The little girl was asleep, her face buried in the pillow, her long, jet-black hair covering the entire pillow.

Bo Jinghuai looked at her for a while longer before quietly getting out of bed and walking into the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water filled the air.

Hot water poured down, flowing down his broad shoulders and back, across his firm waist and abdomen, and finally disappearing deep inside.

Bo Jinghuai closed his eyes, but his mind was filled with the scene from just now: her slender white legs kicking his waist and abdomen. He wanted to play a trick, but she quickly closed them again.

Enigma, young and vigorous, and having just passed her most vulnerable period, could hardly resist such temptation.

He cursed under his breath and reached for the *, the sound of the flowing water masking his movement.

He tilted his head back, his neck taut, water droplets rolling over his Adam's apple and disappearing into his collarbone.

The image of that delicate face, those almond-shaped eyes that looked at him with such tenderness and dependence, was still vivid in his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, his breathing became heavier, and he finally caught his breath.

He turned off the water and leaned against the wall, panting.

At that moment, the figure in the mirror suddenly flickered.

Bo Jinghuai frowned and looked up at the mirror.

The man in the mirror was also looking at him, but the expression in his eyes had changed.

Gone was his usual aloofness and arrogance; he was now cold-hearted and ruthless, with undisguised lust.

"Tsk." He smirked, his voice low and husky, tinged with mockery.

"There's a beautiful fairy lying outside, smelling wonderful, and you're here...? Wouldn't it be better to just... *her*?"

Bo Jinghuai's face darkened: "You're not allowed to fantasize about her. Get back here."

"Get out?" The tyrant laughed, raising his hand to look at his fingers... his brows furrowing in disgust.

"Why do you have to wrong yourself like this, instead of touching such a delicate young girl?"

He ignored the young master's resistance, controlled his body, turned around, opened the bathroom door, and walked out barefoot.

Only a small nightlight was on in the bedroom, casting a soft, warm glow over the large bed.

Su Jingsheng was still asleep, the blanket only covering her waist, with the hem rolled up to her thighs, revealing two slender, white, and straight legs.

The tyrant stood by the bed and took a deep breath.

The crisp scent of roses mingled with the clean, sweet fragrance emanating from her body, filling my nostrils.

This flavor was an irresistible temptation for a top-tier Enigma like him.

He twisted his neck, and his bones cracked.

His tall frame appeared extremely imposing in the dim light, with clearly defined back muscles and long, strong legs, every line exuding explosive power.

He leaned down and got closer to her.

My gaze traveled from her small face to her slender neck, and then down to her snow-white curves.

The tyrant reached out, grabbed a corner of the blanket, and pulled it back.

The little girl's entire body was exposed, the hem of her nightgown was rolled up even higher, and the skin on her thighs was dazzlingly white in the light.

He held one of her ankles.

Her ankles were so slender that he could wrap his arm around them, and her skin was so tender it looked like you could squeeze water out of it.

He rubbed his thumb against her ankle twice, then slowly pulled her legs apart.

Su Jingsheng groaned softly in her sleep, and seemed to feel cold, so she shrank back.

The tyrant stared at the base of her legs, his eyes dark and frightening.

He reached out with his other hand, about to do something bad.

"Are you crazy?!"

A low growl exploded in my mind.

The next second, the hand that was reaching for the little girl was pulled back sharply by another force.

The tyrant's pupils contracted, and control of his body was snatched away in an instant.

The first thing Bo Jinghuai did after regaining his body was to pull the blanket over Su Jingsheng completely.

He moved somewhat hastily, but carefully so as not to wake her.

He was panting, veins throbbing on his forehead, and immediately turned and rushed back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

His eyes were filled with anger in the mirror.

"She's only eighteen." Bo Jinghuai stared at himself in the mirror, his voice low but filled with gritted teeth.

"Her bone age is regressing, and she's also quite clueless. I suspect she doesn't even understand the basics of the relationship between Alphas and Omegas."

"If you were to do that kind of thing to her now, how would you be any different from an animal?"

The person in the mirror slowly curled up the corners of their mouth, revealing a mocking sneer.

"So what if you're eighteen?" the tyrant's voice rang out, low and hoarse, full of mockery.

"In aristocratic circles, how many Omegas are raped and manipulated at the age of sixteen or seventeen? Some have even been ruined or killed by it."

"Why are you so reluctant to part with it?"

"She is Su Jingsheng," Bo Jinghuai said, enunciating each word clearly.

"Not one of those Omegas that can be treated casually."

"So what if it's Su Jingsheng?" the tyrant sneered.

"When she bullied you three years ago, she didn't seem to feel any remorse."

"Now that she's acting all sweet and delicate, you're really treating her like a fairy?"

Bo Jinghuai remained silent.

He turned on the tap and splashed cold water hard on his face.

Water droplets dripped down his sharp jawline. He looked up at the mirror, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"She's different now," he said softly.

"What's different?" the tyrant asked slowly.

"Is it that your waist is thinner, your legs are whiter, or your moans sound better?"

"Shut up, stop using those vulgar words to insult her."

Bo Jinghuai slammed his fist on the sink.

The marble countertop made a dull thud, his knuckles turned red, and his chest heaved.

The bathroom was quiet for a few seconds.

The only sound was the dripping water from the tap that wasn't turned off properly.

After a long while, the tyrant's voice rang out again, with a lazy, playful tone.

"Fine, I'll shut up."

"But Bo Jinghuai, remember this."

"You're protecting her now, cherishing her, treating her like a fragile porcelain doll."

"But sooner or later, you won't be able to control me."

"By then..."

The tyrant chuckled, his voice filled with naked possessiveness.

"I will personally teach her what it means for an Alpha and an Omega to do things together."